On being three
You smile like you’re still growing into your face
Revealing the perfect gap between front teeth
Bright blue eyes crinkled shut
Blinded by your own inner light
When you run you do it with every inch of your body
Your body still fluid and amorphous
A butterfly recently emerged from a chrysalis
A deer two hours out of the womb
So new this all must be
So magical
So incredible sweet
The sensation of simply being fully alive
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I can see your images…
Blinded by your own inner light…may we never forget to be enchanted by ourselves.
Love this portrait of a 3 year old!